Nightmare Mythos

Chapter 52: Edge Of The Table

Recollecting his shaky breath, something that he had been doing for so many times the moment he entered the forsaken Mansion, Cesar remained vigilant even though his actions suggested being carefree.

He had already taken those lessons in a hard way and he will not fumble just because he was merely exhausted, even though he was indeed extremely fatigued.

Cesar will not take second chances.

"Hahh..."

Not counting how many times he let out that tired sigh, Cesar finally brought himself to stand up. Once he did, Cesar tiredly turned around since the door on his front appeared to be rather small... compared to the area he was in.

There are no solid walls, red carpet that stretches into each of the opposite sides, and lastly the curtains that gently sway even with the absence of air.

What was in his view however was a titanic, ancient grey stone table that extended across the limit of what his eyes could see. On the sides of the gargantuan table were intricately designed chairs.

Its seat was plaited cord and was supported on a sharply curved sabre-shaped legs, tapering to the feet. The horizontal back rail, curved to fit the body, was supported on four uprights.

In each segment of the table were spiraling lights that stretched from the roof that seemed impossible to peer through which is enough to light up the owner of those seats.

In Cesar's eyes, all he could describe those chairs was eerily majestic, too overwhelming, and very precarious situation to be in.

In front of such a gigantic view, Cesar found himself on the doorsteps of the unknown existences that seemed to be the ones who dwelled in the seats in the past. -here

There were no nearby enemies in sight but one can mistake the mere ancient stone table and the lining chairs as an impossible enemy to stumble upon.

Another mere thought passed through Cesar's that made him shiver.

'H-how can I search for the door towards the next hallway... This table seemed to be endless this time. Besides, this hallway is way, way, way, and way more vast than the previous ones! How the fuck did I stumble upon here! Oh my good lord! Just fucking kill me!'

On the verge of pulling out his gun and pushing the trigger right in his mouth, Cesar didn't let his intrusive win, afraid that it was starting to get his head rather than keeping it entirely at it.

Once he was sure it was enough to take leaps and bounds, Cesar released the dagger and jumped upwards.

Tak—!

This boring repetition of getting himself tired just to lay himself down on the soothing surface of the humongous table, continued as it was before he came to a quarter of the table height to take a rest.

Having to focus his breath swiftly, not knowing when the dagger would be able to keep itself up, Cesar let out another strong breath before readying on another takeoff.

He leaped upwards.

Tak—!

Beads of sweat that kept drenching his blood-soaked clothes, Cesar found himself right in the heels of the table's surface.

He had lost track of time but because this required more hard work than the other previous challenges he encountered, he was guessing it took a few hours for him to achieve such an almost impossible ordeal with his kind of beaten body.

But he was almost there.

"Just... a... bit... longer..."

Cesar held his dagger a little tighter, feeling every part of his body shaking. Quivering, Cesar let out a fast breath from his lips before jumping towards the table's edge without any trouble.

"Ugh!"

Groaning as he puked out a mouthful of saliva from the table's plane, Cesar felt ecstatic. Even though his smile was more insane than usual, his actions were still an achievement to celebrate.

He finally did it.

He was on the table's cold stone surface.